Take my hand, we're off to NeverNever Land.

21.7.08

this blue-eyed baby boy bumbles up to you with a wide smile on his face hands you a big brown envelope the size of a piece of A4 printing paper but in brown yes in brown and you open it up to find a mostly-white slightly-purplish hard cover book lightly illustrated with the title le petit prince in gentle cursive black at the front.

there is a light that never goes out.

fresh from recluse 10:09 [+]

Oh no.

One by one, ticking time bombs won. It's not the secret of the government. That's keeping you dumb. It's the other way around. Wait. What's that sound? One by one baby here they come. He wants it easy. He wants it relaxed. Said I can do alot of things, but I can't do that. Two steps forward, then three steps back. Two steps forward, another three back.

fresh from recluse 09:44 [+]

In bad shape

The lyrics are quite (n)emo but the beats really killed me and thats what matters. If anyone has the time, check out the vid on youtube. Note the part where the guy brushes his teeth and washes his face it is hilarious.

There's something in the air tonight
A feeling that you have that could change your life
There's something burning up inside
I reach out for you and our hearts collide

With hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight

I've been searching for a love alive
Drowning in the silence as we walk the night
Your hand is out and brushes mine
A moment that is frozen as we hang in time
Hearts on fire I reach out to you tonight

Let's dance, put on your red shoes and
Dance the blues.
Let's dance, for fear
your grace should fall
Let's dance, for fear tonight is all.
No, it ain't all.

I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd I guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.
I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd I guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.

FOR THE RECORD. ALL THE LYRICS POSTED HERE MEAN NOTHING BUT ONE THING:
WE NEED THEM KILLA BEATS TO BREAK THE BAD BEAT.

fresh from recluse 07:56 [+]

So I thought about our bad attempt at pulling off an "On The Road" stunt and the guffaws that followed. Then there was reptilia and heart in a cage that came into the fray and the memories of tripping. Things just fly by my very eyes in as lucid a manner as possible as if on replay so realistic that even reality felt unreal right next to it. The impending Mecca to the land I remember only for Kanchanaburi and ninja vans and placebo oasis and the forgettable "chasing cars" churns out as many signs as one can foresee or be told. 6 days and 6 years seem all but similar yet homage must be paid and it must be paid in the most fucking fantabulous way as possible because there is no because.

New idea for a subcrew cap: we fuck the NUM shit.

fresh from recluse 11:09 [+]